IS THERE NOT SOMETHING WE CAN DO?
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Is there not something we can do, To smooth the rugged road? Men struggle onward, death in view, Each with his own great load. Men struggle onward, weak of arm, But chivalrous of soul; Where is the hand to do them harm, Or keep them from the goal. What joy to honest worth assist, To move the stumbling stone; Good vantage ground is often missed When pressing on alone. To bring a burdened brother ease, Though long the way and rough; Or bid the storm of trouble cease, We cannot do enough.